Recent acquaintances often ask me, “Why Africa”. And those who know of my trips more
intimately ask, “Why Kruger National Park”.
I also hear quite frequently, “Don’t you want to see other places”.
These are good questions and all have very solid
answers. I’ll answer the last question
first. I am - what we in the States call
- an Air Force brat, meaning my father was in the military and in being so for
his twenty-one yearlong service career we moved quite frequently. My brother was born in Japan. We lived in many States and in Germany
while growing up.
All of my adult life I have been involved in a career that
kept me packing and unpacking suitcases and boarding planes on a frequent basis. To date I have been to every State in the
United States except Alaska, which is on my short list. I have maintained a passion for travel all of
my life and been fortunate to do a lot of it.
I have climbed inside the great pyramids of Giza in Egypt, cruised the
Caribbean, investigated the relics of Rome, zip lined the forests of Costa
Rica, explored the Mayan ruins in Mexico, seen the mannequin de pis in
Brussels, Belgium, had coffee at the shop attached to the royal palace in
Vienna, Austria, walked the crazy streets of Caracas, Venezuela, been to a
World Cup Soccer match in Stuttgart, Germany, took the trite picture of me
holding up the leaning tower of Pisa, climbed up the spiral staircase to the
top of the Vatican, walked along the canals of Amsterdam, kissed a dolphin in
the Bahamas, snorkeled in Jamaica and so much more.
In 2001 though I went to Africa for the first time; a three
week group tour of South Africa. There
was no forewarning that trip would change my life; no sign the trip would be
any different than the aforementioned trips.
But no place up until that point affected me the way South Africa did. I felt connected to not only the place but
also to the feeling deep in my heart that I felt while there; a feeling of
great serenity and peaceful ease. I had
to see more of the great continent.
Seven weeks after I returned from that trip I was on a plane headed back
to Africa, to Knysna, South Africa, where I rented a flat that I used as my
base to travel more of the great continent.
The result of that first trip and subsequent six month long journey was
my first book, “Domestic Departures – A Midlife Crisis Safari”.
Since 2001 I have been to Africa once a year; occasionally twice
a year. I have been to fourteen
different countries on the continent. Why go back time and time again? Because the bush of Africa – no matter which
country – is a different experience each and every trip. If I were to go back to the coliseum in Rome
it would be the very same as I left it last.
If I were to go back to Pisa the tower would still be leaning. Mannequin de pis is still pissing and the view
from the top of the Vatican is still of the city of Rome. But each and every trip to Africa is as
different as each snowflake that falls from the sky because I am not going
there to see anything man made. It’s
about nature and natures’ unpredictable show.
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View from Fixed Tent |
Why, again, for the – I don’t know – tenth time, perhaps, do
I go back to Kruger National Park? Because
there is no place in this world - that I am aware of anyway - quite like
it. Kruger is a National Park – the
first of its kind on the continent of Africa – the size of Israel where you can
drive yourself amongst the wildlife without a guide. There are great accommodations that can be
booked facing the fence line of one of the nine public camps where you can
witness a myriad of things while cooking dinner over the fire listening to lion
roar, hyena howl and watching large herds of elephants wander right by within
feet of your grill. I’ve seen leopard,
hyena, zebra, wildebeest, long tusked bull elephants and much more without even
cranking a vehicle. And in Kruger if you
want to be even more secluded you can book an accommodation at one of the
smaller satellite or bush camps where it truly feels you are the only person
for miles and miles listening to the bush sounds of Africa and witnessing more
stars in the sky than you ever thought possible. In Kruger you can be on your own time and
schedule; no guide, no group, no scheduled meal times; completely on your
own! If you want to pack a cooler and
sit under a tree at a watering hole all day, you can. And yet you have great accommodations; some
even with air conditioning and if you booked such, your hut, tent or cottage
also has a great view of the bush, a kitchen and full bathroom. Most all the camps in Kruger have great shops
filled with groceries, wine and liquors, souvenirs, candles or whatever you
need. They have gas stations and
restaurants but still manage to maintain the feeling of wild seclusion away
from all the distractions of life today.
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Elephant walking by camp |
Every time I go back to Kruger it is a different
experience. The last time – for example
– I saw animals I had never, in all of my trips, seen. A honey badger came to visit to see what was
for dinner at one camp. A genet watched
my comings and goings from her perch in a tree night after night in another. Neither species had ever graced me with their
presence before. There are also animals
I still haven’t seen in the wild like pangolin and porcupine; reason enough to
go back in my book.
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My first sighting of a genet |
The bottom line is, I will indeed – if I am fortunate enough
to do so – see and experience new places outside of Africa. But to date there is no place I have visited
that has affected me the way Africa does.
There is no place outside of Africa that I desire to see for the second
time much less the fifteenth, sixteenth or whatever my count is today for visiting Africa. There is no place I have ever been except
Africa that brings tears to my eyes when I leave as if I were leaving the
greatest love of my life not knowing if I will ever see her again.
I can’t wait to smell Africa again when I get off the plane;
to hear her sounds my first night in the bush, to feel my heart race when I see
a lion again in the wild, to laugh at the antics of the baby monkeys parading
around camp and to meet others in the camps who share the passion. I already know though that last day will
again be filled with reflective tears as I say Goodbye, So Long, until I see
you again!
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My last day of a trip - elephants came seemingly to say goodbye |
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